[Intro]
You wanna smoke that? Go 'head, roll it, son
I don't give a fuck, man, smoke that shit, man
Or you can smoke crack if you wanna smoke crack
I don't give a fuck what you wanna do, man
Don't look to me to stop you, man
Yeah, I'm not gettin' in the way
[Chorus]
Cash rules, I keep a shooter 'round me
Queens get the money, I have a n***a killed y'all (Killed y'all)
Kill the hood, ask n***as 'bout me
Jesus, for the money, n***as'll go real hard (Real hard)
[Verse 1]
You are now under my hypnosis
Summertime grind, come out with the toasters
I return like an animal ferocious
New money breeds, new enemies, n***a you know this
Another mil', another n***a sick
I got nothing but hard dick for your bitch to lick
I box unorthodox, southpaw, outlaw, bricks of raw
I'm out in the drought, I make the dope price soar
Shit cool 'til the mac out, run when it back out
A n***a finna blackout, better pray that bitch jam
It's in God's hands, it's all God plan
You mean even when a n***a gettin' smoked, goddamn
[Chorus]
Cash rules, I keep a shooter 'round me
Queens get the money, I have a n***a killed y'all (Killed y'all)
Kill the hood, ask n***as 'bout me
Jesus, for the money, n***as'll go real hard (Real hard)
[Verse 2]
I push my pen with passion, I'm the author of the struggle
When pain is a head crack, the sign of the devil
Trip' 6-6-6, I'm back on my bullshit
See clear through my third eye, it's gon' be a murder
Every summer, every winter, every spring
You think I'm bullshitting, I put that on everything
The shooting gon' stop right after the shit-talking
I was selling crack while Mike was moonwalking
20 off a pack, I stack, I can't call it
I blast ya like NASA, Jack, you outta orbit
I mean you outta order, you don't want me to send a n***a to you
So he could put some hot shit through you, do you?
[Chorus]
Cash rules, I keep a shooter 'round me
Queens get the money, I have a n***a killed y'all (Killed y'all)
Kill the hood, ask n***as 'bout me
Jesus, for the money, n***as'll go real hard (Real hard)
[Interlude]
Yeah, I'm back, baby, I'm back
New shit, the drought over, new product
Yeah, man I can't fit in with these n***as, man
I mean n***as got mohawks, they wearing skinny jeans, man
I think these n***as is faggots, man, for real, man
They with the rainbow club, man
You think this shit is a fad? Come on, man
I think it's more than that, man
I think it's more than that
So if a n***a wear a dress you gon' put on a dress too?
Come on, man
[Chorus]
Cash rules, I keep a shooter 'round me
Queens get the money, I have a n***a killed y'all (Killed y'all)
Kill the hood, ask n***as 'bout me
Jesus, for the money, n***as'll go real hard (Real hard)
